Daring To Believe

It's morning. Can’t sleep. I get up at 3:00am. I came across a poem on the computer about stillborns and then found more of them. Needless to say, I had a good cry session and drenched a few paper towels with tears. Something caught my attention, it was a poem called “Still Born” (two words), not stillborn. I thought to myself, this baby could be still born, could still be born. As I continued looking at poems, I found one about a boy named Connor written by his mom. It was about a baby boy born with a heartbeat and a cry but then had died and had no heartbeat for 24 minutes. The mom writes about how she calls out to Jesus and her baby boy cries out and is alive again. My God is a God of miracles!.